Like many of my co-workers and friends, I was not particularly fond of high school. Hence, when my 10-year reunion invitation came, my first thought was ”meh.” For God’s sake, it’s being held in the same place that we had our senior prom.
Our high school was actually a secondary school, so we all started in the same building in seventh grade. During that time I suffered through the usual middle school hurdles: eating lunch on the playground outside, nose deep in books that were completely unrelated to my classes, crushing on older boys with girlfriends. (As you see, I have changed not at all.)
High school began, and ended, on an uneasy truce with the popular kids. I wasn’t actively disliked is the best way to put it. I had learned a few social graces. I listened to some pretty cool music courtesy of a friend recently returned from England. I quit choir and drill team, read even more books and went out dancing. I played lacrosse and painted set pieces. I hung out with the other freaks and geeks and we counted the days until we could leave for college or points beyond.
So, reuninting with my high school classmates - at least the types of people who would come to a reunion - isn't something I'm really into. Ethan said it would be great just for the experience of seeing all these people from the view I would have now. But really, anyone I liked from high school I've either already talked to, or could easily find me, and a couple of people did, via the reunion website and Classmates.com. I have no problem being found, it’s part of who I am - I’ll tell you anything if you ask me and a lot of times when you don’t. Hence why you read this here blog.
But not everyone is like that, and those people possess more common sense than I do. But a lot of people I would have liked to say hi to have completely disappeared off the map. The freaks mostly. It surprises me time and again that not everyone is Google-able. There were a lot of us who the other kids just didn’t know what to make of, who loved art but hated art classes, who chose taking the F over reading Faulkner, who are out there and simply don’t want to be found, or still just don’t care what other people think.
I've always liked that about my friends.